Despite the fact that his latest album's called First Blood, Nobunny (aka Justin Champlin) is less Rambo and more rambunctious, capturing on record the same sweaty, libidinous insanity typical of his live shows (where Champlin cavorts around in a freakish bunny mask, American Apparel underwear, stylin' denim jacket and little else). Like fellow California rocker and Goner Records signee Ty Segall, Champlin's all about fusing punk energy with older modes of songwriting, resulting in superheated garage music with a delectable rawness that more than makes up for its lack of innovation (like Segall, Champlin's also a veteran of multiple other underground acts). The playfulness of Nobunny's salty '60s throwbacks (dig the cowbell and sing-along choruses) is offset by a sense of depravity, which is exactly how good rock music should feel. 

[Northern, with Hari Kari, Dreamdate, 8 p.m., all ages, 321 Fourth Ave., Olympia, northernolympia.org]